SILVER STARDUST FILLS THE AIR
SONGS OF BIRDS ARE YET TO BE SUNG
GOLDEN PHOENIXES DRIFT THROUGH THE LIGHT
AS CRIES RISE FOR THE TIMES BEFORE
THE MOONLIGHT NOW WHISPERS
NOT MUCH BUT A PEEP
FOR THE MOON KNOWS WERE SAFE
WHILE WE SLUMBER AND SLEEP
WE NEED NOT AN HOUR
OF REST TILL WE WAKE
IN THE WORLD OF DREAMLAND
WHERE WE ALL KNOW OUR FATE
THE PHOENIX ARISE
THE DUST IS NOW SETTLED
WERE YAWNING IN BED
MORNING IN ANOTHER WORLD
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My 3 kids live to learn, grow and together, actively create a home.
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